Spell Sylvester นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Very annoying. Sylvester’s expression darkened as his hand moved protectively around my waist. “I’m sorry she touched you,” he muttered, anger flickering behind his hazel eyes again. “ But you know I'm glad Kelvin was there. If Kelvin hadn’t stepped in when he did…” He stopped himself and exhaled sharply. “Never mind.” I hummed softly and rested my head back against his chest. Honestly, I still couldn’t understand how someone like Sylvester frightened people so badly. Everyone outside this mansion seemed to think he was some kind of monster, yet the man holding me right now was patient, caring, and impossibly gentle with me.

“It wouldn’t be proper.” “Fuck being proper,” Sylvester snorts. “Seriously, Rudy, you’re more than just my beta, you’re my oldest friend. We’ve known each other for over a decade and you damn near died out there keeping my luna safe. If anyone has earned the right to call me by my name, it’s you.” I swallow hard. “Sir, I’m not sure that I’d feel comfortable. As your beta…” “About that,” Sylvester begins to say something when the elevator opens a second time just one floor above the witches, where the gammas are stationed. Prince Calyx steps in without looking up and presses the same button, not noticing it is already lit.

Although Zephyr was incredibly strong, Sylvester remained calm. Seeing Zephyr press his attack, Sylvester flashed a smile full of anger, amazed by the brazen child. “Zephyr! Watch out!” cried Spout, silently condemned Zephyr’s brash head-on approach. To Spout, no matter how capable Zephyr was, he was just a Strength of level eight, how could he possibly take on the Raging Sylvester?

The world spun for a moment before I steadied myself, looking up to meet Sylvester’s gaze. He stood tall, arms crossed over his chest, his gold-trimmed cloak billowing lightly in the breeze. His eyes sparkled with malice, the cruel twist of his lips revealing just how much he relished this moment. “Look at you,” Sylvester said, his voice dripping with amusement. “My reputable mate, Vera, reduced to this. Did you really think you could outrun me? In my forest?” I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. The air felt heavy around me, every breath an effort. My heart pounded, but I kept my chin raised, staring defiantly into his eyes.

She said, showing her the mark clearly. “Oh, I thought that was—“ “Blood? “ She giggled as Jesse shook her head. “How was your day with the witch?” Jesse asked, cleaning the counter as another customer came inside the bakery. “Just don’t ask! “ Saba huffed as she took a bite of her pastry. Winters in Italy were beautiful, but for her it was lonely sometimes. “Whiplashing, it was true torture, you know, as if she thinks I will take Elena away from her,” Saba said, taking another bite of the pastry.

But Seraphine… Seraphine was patient. She knew time was the sharpest blade. --- Sylvester, unlike his brother, had no legal claim—yet his blood was the same. Born to a concubine, not a crowned queen, he was the younger son, but the one who earned his name through steel, not ink. He had carved his place in the Empire with loyalty, war, and impossible victories. Where Kaelion used words, Sylvester used action. Where Kaelion offered bribes, Sylvester earned devotion.

"Shhh... it's okay." "Sylvester," my father growled, his gaze flickering with a mixture of disapproval and suspicion. "Why are you here?" "To help," Sylvester shrugged. "This is a challenging time for everyone, and no matter how much hate you harbor for me, I'm fighting alongside my Luna." "Who gave you permission to call her that, asshole?" My father's eyes narrowed. Sylvester met my father's disapproving gaze head-on, unyielding. "I might not have permission, but it's the truth. Sienna is my Luna, and I'll stand by her side."

Natalie said, her voice cracking. Before I could answer, another voice cut through the noise. “I think that’s enough now.” Everyone turned. And then silence fell. Sylvester stood there, dressed up for his party in corduroy trousers and a crisp white shirt, his signature pipe in his hand. Anthony blinked. “Grandad…” Sylvester stepped forward, adjusting his coat. “Now, I don’t like that my birthday party is being used to ambush poor Eli here, so I will be taking her away now. The rest of you can do what you like…”

“ oh that's not all Raphael quickly responded I did not trying to see if there was anything more I had left out who was he doing um killing I don't want to tell you this but but she sort of add in Little um should we call it Clash with Sylvester yeah the same Sylvester the took his woman for . “Sylvester?” my mom voiced. “Who is Sylvester?” she added “ well she's just a random friend that sort of as a thing with Vanessa and he also tried to see it on desire I seem to responded but I traveling to Afro constantly who just was ready to launched in. “Whose his father by the way?”. “ oh I really know his father's name but I knew is father owns the second best Airlines and all of Chicago is name i